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when i stop to consider the mw of the light

he cast me sunder in the night

palance of the praven words

belief in trust of sons with sword

my ediface the undenyable epitaph

of light within the balance raft

we walk upon the somber solution

of prose and zac knew utter tuition

bay belief of nortel phone

the balance of his master tone, the red 

that red... infrared time

master of the balance pine